Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Georgia, South Ossetia, Russia, the Western Powers and What Should Have Been Learned A Long Time Ago



The school year had begun and President John Kennedy was still alive. I was 9 years old and in the 5th grade in 1963. Late that summer, I had been at Mercy Hospital in Sacramento, California for corrective surgery to my left foot.

By October, the surgery had healed enough that I could walk with a "walker cast", a simple plaster cast with a rubber peg woven into the plaster sole. Walking was still difficult and painful. My teacher, Mrs. Hubbard, excused me early from class everyday so I could walk to the school bus before the bell rang without having to contend with hundreds of kids running wild at the end of the day.

It really wasn't very far to the buses and I usually got to the school front before the buses arrived. It was late autumn and the temperatures in Auburn would cool quickly after 3:00PM. This day was no different. I sat on the concrete walkway in the sun to keep warm. One of the school bullies was wandering the school grounds when he found me sitting alone.

He began with taunting words, then moved to pushing my casted leg with his foot. I asked him to stop. He started kicking my injured leg. Though encased in thick plaster, the shock hurt. Shortly, I was in tears, yelling at him to stop because he was hurting me. I took a feeble swing at him and caught him in the knee, but he didn't stop. He moved to the end of by leg and repeatedly kicked hard at the bottom of my healing foot. Searing pain shot up my leg and I cried all the more. And the bully laughed and kicked all the more.

Finally, I was able to get up while still being kicked, punched, and pushed into the wall. By the time I was upright, the bell rang and the bully ran off. I went to the Principal's office and told the secretary and the nurse what had happened. They summoned Mr. Schuh, the Principal, and I told him the story and the name of my tormentor. He said he would take care of it. I got on my bus and went home. I was satisfied because tomorrow the bully would get what he deserved and I would be protected while I awaited the bus in the sun.

The next day, a secretary came to my class shortly before the time I was usually excused. She escorted me to the office to await the bus. Nothing ever happened to the bully. Everyday, until the the cast was removed about a week later, I spent the last few minutes of the day in the Principal's office as if I had done something wrong.

I know, I know ... Indigo, that was horrible, but what does that have to do with Georgia, South Ossetia, Russia, and the Western powers?

At 9 years of age, I learned that those whom I thought were going to protect me, were supposed to protect me, simply didn't. Instead of dealing with the offender, it was me who was removed from the world. What happened to the weak member wasn't as important as not antagonizing the bully.

Essentially, appeasement of the strong bully is cheaper and easier than taking positive action to protect the weak. It is more expedient to quarantine the aggressed than to contain the aggressor. I learned this at nine.

Georgia simply doesn't matter to the West. They have nothing and bring nothing to any international relationship. Russia has much and brings much to any relationship. Russia is strong, capable of doing great harm or accomplishing much good. It's a simple fact of life that Georgia has paid dearly to learn. Georgia is weak and nobody cares. Georgia doesn't matter.




The life of Indigo Red is full of adventure. Tune in next time for the Further Adventures of Indigo Red.

11 comments:

dcat said...

You ever wonder what happened to that little shit Indigo?

I had the same problem only I took care of it myself! Once got hit on the ass with a paddle going down the hall at school. Seems like my bully, got the paddle from the teacher’s desk. “Remember those days?”

Anyway I waited and armed myself till he was alone and his buddies were near but not close. Close enough to see him get it! He was at the water cooler when I bored my finger into his back to turn around! He did “with a nasty face” and mace met him all over his face with red dye to acknowledge him!

No one called me to the office I went to my classes came home and my mom asked what happened in school? I said why did they call? She said yes ‘I asked what did, you say? She said that he probably deserved it!

No one bothered me again!

As for the little shit he still can’t keep a woman. Been married several times and still can’t seem to get it right!

Can't seem to hold a job either! Skips child support...

Indigo Red said...

No, I don't wonder what happened to him because I would probably be disappointed and angered by his success and wealth.

Tom C said...

Been there, done that. I fought back too. Got beat and beat often.Got sent to the blind school. It was there I learned to win. Got sent back to public school and it started again. This time I won some rounds. Got sent away to a school for bad kids; We never fought there. With Georgia, I wonder what we could have done? The cost would be high,maybe even everything. Sometimes it takes a long biew to see correctly. My bully got beaten by my boss many years later over owed money. I will never forget him asking me to intercede on his behalf.

Indigo Red said...

It's a hard lesson to learn at an early age. For all the agony it caused at the time, it made us stronger men. Too bad it comes with distrust, too.

The WordSmith from Nantucket said...

What a great post, Indigo!

Specifically in terms of your bully experience, just as bad is when adults choose fit to punish both the instigator and the victim, rather than determine whether or not only one involved was the aggressor, and the other justified in defending. What kind of lesson is that supposed to teach a kid?

I take it the handsome kid in the photo is you?

Indigo Red said...

Yep, that's me, Word. I've not changed much except all the hair on the head is now on the chin.

Or in the currenet Russ/Georgia spat, both parties are the aggressor, neither are victims.

dcat said...

Yes and all the teachers knew me well! I was in the right!

The twerp deserved it! You don't go around hitting people and think to get away with it!!!

That is the left tards for you!
They have hurt the criminal justice system making it harder on victims!

I believe in defense! I was trained in aikido at an early age. I don’t need bullies in my life is the training I received!

I also stood up for others rights and still do!

Indigo if I would have seen the bully doing that to you I would have creamed his ass!!!

Gayle said...

You were so cute! I know... you probably don't think that is a compliment, but it truly is. (You have to expect that from a motherly woman).

Once a boy cut off my waist-long braid when I was in the third grade. I broke his jaw with my lunch pail and was sent home for three days. I think he got the worst of it. Another time a boy slashed my eyelid with a thorny switch. That was in the fourth grade. With blood dripping down my cheek (I still have the scar) I kicked him in his you-know-whats, left him lying on the ground holding his you-know-whats, and again I got sent home, this time for a week. The principal ranted and raved at me, saying I could have killed him. I would do both all over again if I had the chance. Both those boys probably thought twice about picking on a girl. :)

As for Georgia, you're absolutely right. They are weak and nobody seems to care. This world is still in it's infancy because only the strong survive. Perhaps it will always be that way.

Indigo Red said...

GEEZ, you women are tough. But, then you're bloggers...kinda have to be.

Mike's America said...

I had a bully in school too. The best revenge was when I was quoted in the hometown newspaper as "White House Staff" on the visit where I brought President Reagan to town.

You're right when you say that many would rather appease a bully than stand up for the the weak. Especially in Europe.

You'd think history would have taught them how stupid that is, but they don't learn.

Indigo Red said...

From our individual experiences, there is a common solution. At some point, appeasement and continued bullying ended when we resisted and fought back. Only a victim can be a future victim.